Sinking Silently,
Crossing The Tracks,
A Complexion,
Blending Like Complimentary Colors,
Caged Like An Animal,
Attacked Like A Victim,
Batting My Wings Like A Moth,
But Grounded Like A Penguin,
Spreading Out Beautifully As Peacock,
But Ugly As An Armadillo,
Breaking Inside,
But Already Broken,
Like Shards Of Glass,
Forced To Be Writing In Class,
No Home That Is Safe,
No Feeling Of Peace Walking Down The Hallways Of Hell,
Surrounded By Meaningless Faces,
Wishing To Be Free,
As A Caged Bird Does,
Singing Until My Lungs Burst,
Feeling I Will Never Lift This Curse